The Depression Contest - Kristeen Young

My pain is more abstract… na, na, na, na

And greater than yours

My tears are more nuanced… na, na, na, na

And deeper than yours

So, pity me.

Harder, pity me.

Faster, pity ME

My story’s an epic… na, na, na, na

Forget telling yours

You can try

But your stock strife

Won’t win my

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My parents were absent… na, na, na, na

And meaner than yours

The damage was glamourous… na, na, na, na

And SOOO more than yours

That’s why I’m this… why I can’t do that… why I’m just not… THIS

My reasons are precious… na, na, na, na

And better than yours

You can try

You can cut and slice

It’s skin deep in my

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I win.

I win.

I win.

I win

I win.

I win.

I win.

I win

I lose.

I lose.

I lose.

I lose

My pain is my handshake… na, na, na, na

It’s firmer than yours

My tears are my make-up…na, na, na, na

It sparkles and charms

I’m such a freak… such a little freak… such a little…

My story’s my mantra… na, na, na, na

It cradles and arms

You can try

You can crocodile cry

But, it’s the time of my life…

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